Broken vase, broken trust
Sis ilia asked for a oneshot of Emma accidentally breaking something of her parents. She tries to hide it from them because she feels super guilty. Eventually Snowing find it, and the truth of what happened is revealed.
"Shit." Emma murmured to herself. Her mom loved this vase. Her dad had given it to her filled with fake roses on her anniversary, telling her he'd love her until the flowers died. Emma wasn't sure how loving her parents were going to feel towards her when they saw this.
Emma had tried to fix it with her magic, but she may as well have used super glue. When she saw it was useless, Emma hid the evidence underneath her bed, hoping it would never see the light of day again.
When her parents noticed the vase was gone, Emma claimed ignorance. She denied all knowledge of knowing what had happened to their special vase. She felt awful about it, but she couldn't bear the thought of how disappointed they'd be if they knew the truth. But even Emma couldn't hide the truth forever.
It was about two weeks later, when Snow was hoovering, when she discovered the vase under Emma's bed. She'd spoken with Charming about it first, before they both got Emma sitting down and revealed the evidence to her. Emma's face said it all.
"Why did you lie to us, Em?" Charming asked her, clearly disappointed. They didn't even need to ask if she had done it, it was so obvious. Emma sighed.
"Because I knew how disappointed you'd be in me when you found out." Emma admitted quietly. She couldn't even look at them. "I'm so sorry. It was just a stupid accident. I tried to fix it with my magic, but it didn't do any good." Emma explained. Snow and Charming nodded silently. Emma could tell how disappointed they were and it killed her inside. "If you want, I'll pack up a few things and stay at Granny's…"
"Emma, don't be silly." Charming sighed. "Yes, your mother and I are upset and disappointed that you lied to us, but that doesn't mean we're throwing you out." He told her. Emma sat down, pretty dumbfounded. If she had ever broken an object at a foster parents' house, there is no way they'd be this calm about it. If she was younger, Emma would probably have been beaten, and if she was a little older, kicked out. So Emma sat down, confused about what to do next. She'd never been in this situation before where people were so forgiving.
